Just the wild duck eggs collected along the way were an unexpected spoil; whether they actually caught any wild ducks no longer mattered.
Originally, this was just a whim of Eric's, wanting to take the cubs out for a relaxing trip.
After digging two traps in the reed bed, Eric herded the group to the sparse forest nearby to dig a few more.
Sam's paws were itching, and he couldn't sit still either. While the cubs were diligently digging traps, he also toiled away, digging a massive pit right next to them.
This location was quite far from the riverbank, so there was no fear of hitting groundwater. Eric ignored him, as long as he didn't dig the pit so large he injured himself.
For each completed trap, he carefully tied a strip of hemp cloth to a nearby tree branch, in the most visible spot. This way, even if tribe members didn't recognize the trap signs, they wouldn't easily misstep and fall in.
